Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 22:25:00 +0000
From: Nice Guy
Subject: Highland Flings 14
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Highland Flings 14
Day 4:
I had a dream that night.
I could never remember what my dreams were, but I do know that it was
pleasant, and warm, much like the feeling of being intertwined with another
person, skin touching skin.
I had a serious case of morning wood.
Through the thin material of our boxers, my hard-on poked into his
beautiful globes, gently teasing against his rosebud.
I slowly shifted my arm down to Cameron's crotch and found he had a boner
too.
I squeezed gently.
He snorted in his sleep and let out a soft moan.
I gently propped myself up on my arm and looked at my lovers sleeping face.
His features were softened by sleep, normally set in laughter or mock
concern, took on a velvet, almost ethereal quality.
I beamed. Every single day, I love this boy more and more.
I couldn't stand just looking any more. I placed my hand at his cheek and
kissed him, gently sucking his lower lip.
Cameron moaned out in his sleep and began to slowly respond to me, meeting
my sucking with his.
When I came up for air, Cameron slowly opened his beautiful eyes. I made
sure the first thing he saw was me. He quietly yawned.
"Ahh..." he said. "Good morning."
"Good morning" I responded, gently kissing his cheek.
"Do me a favour..." Cameron suddenly said.
"Hmm?" I responded, stroking his shoulder.
"Get rid of that covering and stick your thing inside me would you?" he
said, his tone completely level.
I looked him straight in the eye and popped an instant hard-on.
"It would be my honour." I responded, letting myself fall back down to the
bed.
I spat on my hand and worked it over my hard-on to get it nice and
slippery.
I then pulled down his underwear, placed it at his waiting hole and applied
a bit of pressure.
It welcomed me like an old friend with open, warm, tight arms.
I would never tire of this feeling.
My passions boiled over and I thrust deep inside him in one go.
He moaned, but still had the sense to try and keep his voice down.
I started thrusting slowly, attempting to prolong the feeling as much as
possible.
But all too soon, it was over. Cameron's flexing ass was just too much for
my poor hard-overed cock.
I could feel the cum broiling in my balls, getting ready to breed my
boyfriend's hole.
Cameron seemed to sense it as well, since his moaning was getting higher
and sharper.
I could sense he was close to the brink of oblivion. One hard thrust and he
was over the edge.
So was I.
Our climaxes synchronised into one enormous crescendo of moaning, cum and
gasping.
Our brains sent us to the stars, our bodies racked and heaving with
pleasure.
Despite it being the shortest session we had ever had, it was by far and
away the most pleasurable.
After we came down from our enormous highs, we had another instant
telepathic conversation, and we agreed to keep our lips and rosebuds for
each other, but neither of us would mind the other person using someone
else to get their rocks off.
We kissed to seal the deal, and then got dressed and walked to the
breakfast hall.
The two of us were floating on a cloud. Jake and David noticed and probably
knew why, but never said anything.
We ate our breakfast in silence.
Soon, Mr Curtis announced our plans for the day.
Every cabin group would be rostered to practice their dancing in a
rotation. Every other group would be swimming.
Since Cameron and I were in Cabin group G, we would be practising in the
late afternoon, along with the girls in Group C.
"What fun!" I muttered sarcastically to Cameron.
"What do you mean?" he said back.
"Group G is my schools girls. Without fail, every single one of them is a
bitch on wheels, won't even think of dancing with anyone other than the
jocks."
"They can't be that bad, surely?" Jake said, a look of consternation on his
face.
I snorted.
"Last year, every single one of the girls refused to dance with us because
we were 'not cool enough' for them" I said, using my fingers for emphasis.
"Wow." David said. "You must be glad you didn't have to ask any of them
out!"
I laughed, then a thought occurred to me.
"By the way, who have you asked, David?" I said.
He laughed. "I asked Kathryn, and she said yes!"
Jake looked over at him.
"Is that the blond chick with the enormous rack?" he said, open-mouthed.
David's smile said it all.
We all smiled back and playfully slapped him on the shoulders and arm.
"Awesome dude!" we all chorused, genuinely happy for him. "Sounds like
you're right in there!"
David smiled, extremely embarrassed.
"Well, hopefully!" he said, "Know anyone who could set me up with some
johnnies?"
"Well, you should ask big guy Curtis!" Cameron said, "Just mention us and
he'll do whatever you ask!"
David's eyes widened.
"You're serious?" he gasped.
"Yep!" I giggled, "He's pretty...active in that area, shall we say!"
"Whoa!" David said, "What do you mean by that?"
Cameron giggled.
"Sorry, we've been sworn to secrecy!" he said.
David raised his hand.
"I don't want to know, I don't want to know!" he said, laughing. "But I
will ask him about the johnnies, I am desperate for it!"
"Yeah..." Jake said, jokingly. "Like you know what to do with a johnny!"
We all laughed. David lightly punched Jake's arm.
"Well..." I said, attempting to defuse the situation, "We'd better go and
get our swim-shorts on!"
Everyone conceded and stood up.
"Good luck with the bitches on wheels!" David said, slapping our shoulders.
Cameron and I smiled. It seemed a thought suddenly occurred to Cameron,
because he turned to Jake and spoke.
"Hey, Jake?" he said.
"Yeah?" Jake replied, raising his eyebrow in questioning.
"Are you sure you want to go swimming?" he said, "Wouldn't you rather spend
the day with us?".
David's eyebrows raised to the ceiling. Jake just smiled.
"You are right!" he giggled. "Swimming is boring, I'd much rather spend
time with my mates in their shag pad!"
David burst out laughing and slapped Jake on the shoulder.
"You player!" he giggled. "Have fun with it!"
Jake slapped David's back in reciprocity.
"Thanks." he said. "Good luck with Kathryn!"
Jake stood beside us, we bade our farewells and began to walk back to the
cabin.
As we walked out the door to the hall, Adam came running up behind us and
jumped on our backs.
"Hey guys!" he laughed.
We turned and slapped him, hard, on the back to get him back.
"Hey!" Cameron, Jake and I chorused. "How you doing?"
"I'm good." Adam laughed, "But I'd rather not go and swim with those
pricks! Do you mind if I join you guys?"
We all laughed.
"Sure." I giggled. "Just keep your swim trunks on!"
Adam's eyes raised in confusion, then a slow smile spread across his face
in realisation.
"Aah!" Cameron mused. "The slow one gets it now!"
Adam punched Cameron lightly on the shoulder and laughed.
"Sounds like fun!" he smiled.
Adam put his hands over our shoulders and we walked to the cabin, linked
together like the band of brothers we were, laughing and joking all the
way.
I remember thinking to myself. "This is what life is for. Moments like
these..."
We eventually made it back to the cabin in one piece. I opened the door and
everyone walked in.
This had been the first time that Adam had been back to our cabin and he
screwed up his nose at the heady smell that came from it.
He made a disgusted sound and wafted his hand in front of his face.
I gave him a "Really?" look.
"Give over! You won't even notice the smell after a bit!" I laughed. "I bet
your cabin smells even worse!"
Adam laughed.
"Well, no-one's had sex in my cabin!" he said, between gasps for breath.
We all joined in, then the situation became more serious.
I shut the door and took the lead by shucking off my shirt and shoes and
throwing them into the middle of the room, leaving me naked apart from my
favourite pair of white checked board shorts.
Cameron smiled and followed suit, leaving him in one of the sexiest and
tightest pairs of neoprene Speedo Jammers I had ever seen in my life.
They were plain black, and clung to him like a second skin, leaving nothing
to be desired.
Jack was next.
He slowly pulled off his t-shirt, to whoops and cheers from us all, leaving
himself in a pair of camo board shorts that contrasted beautifully with his
tanned skin.
Adam was last, but certainly not least.
He had on a pair of black and white swim-shorts that looked a few sizes to
small, and were frayed at the leg and at spots on the inner thigh.
Unfortunately for us pervs, the inner netting prevented us from seeing any
further.
I intended to remedy that situation as soon as possible.
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End Of Chapter 14
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